With the seven song-like objects presented here, Kramtones and Zzaj appear to want to demonstrate their impression of the Beat Generation and its subsequent societal backlash. Well, it certainly demonstrates...something. For the most part, Peyote Beat Reunion consists of wandering, fluttery, mostly forgettable improvisational keyboard lines dodging in and out of each other's way, augmented by sporadic percussion -- mostly bongos, of course, for those vague hepcat undertones. These only seem to be a long setup, though, to lull the listener into almost-ignorant bliss, until inaudible, strident conversation can be heard in the background, or weird crunching noises come to the fore. An attempt to demonstrate the countercultural weirdness the Beats provided for their society? Maybe. Maybe the human beatboxing (my god, people still beatbox where other people might hear them?) and sudden fits of random babbling are echoing the statements the Beats were trying to make and, admittedly, sell for themselves. On the other hand, they could just be aural interpretations of the album's other, related running theme -- drugs, and lots of them. It can be weird and funny and completely fucked up, but, as in real life, there's a lot of dull stuff to wade through to get there, which of course makes it that much weirder when you get there.